[ drabble ] heart is mine (rei/sakura)
Title: Heart Is Mine
Fandom: Code:Breaker
Pairing: Ogami Rei/Sakurakouji Sakura
Theme: Change
Rating: T
Words: 500
Warnings: Spoilers again? Better to be safe than sorry, again.
Notes: One of the most awkwardly written things I've ever done. Seriously.
heart is mine
i hope you don’t forget about me.
.
.
.
It doesn’t take long for Sakura to find it-the tear in Rei’s favorite black glove.
It’s not even an obvious tear; it’s more subtle, hidden close to the pulse of his wrist, kept close to his heartbeats: b-bmp, b-bmp, b-bmp, b-bmp. But regardless of how closely he carries that glove, how tightly his fingers tense inside the safety and security of it, she notices the cracks in his armor, and doesn’t hesitate to jump on them-her Rare Kind abilities brim underneath the bridle of her fingers clutching her heart, silent, but anxious within the breathing space of his special power.
It’s when she touches his left hand, threads her fingers through the hole, that he wakes up.
“Sakurakouji-san-wha-what do you think you’re doing in here?” he demands, his tone groggy, still asleep. His lips are sluggish to move, barely awake, and his voice is weighted as well, as if burdened by being forced to move. He notices her touch on his glove: “I told you, don’t touch my-“
“It’s torn,” she points out, stretching the fabric out along his skin to show him. He merely frowns at it, glancing up at her, then back to the tear in his glove. “If you’ll let me, I’d like to fix it for you, if you want.”
He seems to feel her anxiousness, sense her powers gliding just beneath the surface of her skin-Sakura almost hears the Emperor catch his breath from Rei’s left arm, every bit as anxious as she is. But he doesn’t say anything about it, doesn’t respond to it. He simply gazes at her, slightly askance-there’s a crooked twitch to his lips that can only be the beginnings of a smile-averting his heart from her sight, even though she already knows she holds it in her hands.
He’s given it to her already, countless times.
His response is so lovely, so fierce that Sakura’s back quakes with shivers: “Wasn’t your entire purpose for confessing your love to me to break down that wall?”
She blushes, “Yes.”
“Why would you fix it, when it’s already partially broken?” he asks, closer than he’s ever been before, “doesn’t that defeat the purpose of breaking the wall down?”
She can’t deny the point he makes, then, she makes her own.
“Because I love you,” she replies, taking the wind out of his sails. His blue eyes widen-she doesn’t understand how he finds himself not worth loving, how he constantly denies the fact that he needs her-and fall shut when she whispers, “And you’ll break it down yourself when you’re ready.”
He smiles: “And you’ll wait for that day to come, even though I’ve told you it never will?”
She nods, “If that’s what it takes.”
And then, he does something she’s not expecting him to do.
“Alright”-he pats his glove into her palm-“I’ll leave it to you.”
.
end.
Fandom: Code:Breaker
Pairing: Ogami Rei/Sakurakouji Sakura
Theme: Change
Rating: T
Words: 500
Warnings: Spoilers again? Better to be safe than sorry, again.
Notes: One of the most awkwardly written things I've ever done. Seriously.
heart is mine
i hope you don’t forget about me.
.
.
.
It doesn’t take long for Sakura to find it-the tear in Rei’s favorite black glove.
It’s not even an obvious tear; it’s more subtle, hidden close to the pulse of his wrist, kept close to his heartbeats: b-bmp, b-bmp, b-bmp, b-bmp. But regardless of how closely he carries that glove, how tightly his fingers tense inside the safety and security of it, she notices the cracks in his armor, and doesn’t hesitate to jump on them-her Rare Kind abilities brim underneath the bridle of her fingers clutching her heart, silent, but anxious within the breathing space of his special power.
It’s when she touches his left hand, threads her fingers through the hole, that he wakes up.
“Sakurakouji-san-wha-what do you think you’re doing in here?” he demands, his tone groggy, still asleep. His lips are sluggish to move, barely awake, and his voice is weighted as well, as if burdened by being forced to move. He notices her touch on his glove: “I told you, don’t touch my-“
“It’s torn,” she points out, stretching the fabric out along his skin to show him. He merely frowns at it, glancing up at her, then back to the tear in his glove. “If you’ll let me, I’d like to fix it for you, if you want.”
He seems to feel her anxiousness, sense her powers gliding just beneath the surface of her skin-Sakura almost hears the Emperor catch his breath from Rei’s left arm, every bit as anxious as she is. But he doesn’t say anything about it, doesn’t respond to it. He simply gazes at her, slightly askance-there’s a crooked twitch to his lips that can only be the beginnings of a smile-averting his heart from her sight, even though she already knows she holds it in her hands.
He’s given it to her already, countless times.
His response is so lovely, so fierce that Sakura’s back quakes with shivers: “Wasn’t your entire purpose for confessing your love to me to break down that wall?”
She blushes, “Yes.”
“Why would you fix it, when it’s already partially broken?” he asks, closer than he’s ever been before, “doesn’t that defeat the purpose of breaking the wall down?”
She can’t deny the point he makes, then, she makes her own.
“Because I love you,” she replies, taking the wind out of his sails. His blue eyes widen-she doesn’t understand how he finds himself not worth loving, how he constantly denies the fact that he needs her-and fall shut when she whispers, “And you’ll break it down yourself when you’re ready.”
He smiles: “And you’ll wait for that day to come, even though I’ve told you it never will?”
She nods, “If that’s what it takes.”
And then, he does something she’s not expecting him to do.
“Alright”-he pats his glove into her palm-“I’ll leave it to you.”
.
end.